Some people might think that living the Hollywood dream life would be perfect. No worries, just a carefree world of fun. It has always been my dream to come to Hollywood and become famous. Whether by singing, acting or modeling I was gonna get there somehow. I was The Face, how could I not? Well I'm living the Hollywood dream life. Me and my buddies Kendall, Logan, and Carlos make up Big Time Rush. Life couldn't be more perfect...or could it? I couldn't help be paranoid walking through the streets of Hollywood. Why did it feel like someone was watching me? I kept telling myself it was just my imagination. All the late night parties were finally getting to me, I just needed more sleep. If only I had actually listened to that paranoid feeling. Little did I know that the dark secret from my past had followed me to my new life, and my new world. It was after band practice one day, we had been running harmonies and choreography for 6 hours and we were all exhausted. We were leaving the studio when my phone started ringing. I glanced down at the caller ID and saw my mom was calling.
"Hey guys, I'll catch up with you later. I gotta take this."
They nodded and kept walking. I opened my phone and answered it.
"Hey mom! What's up?"
"Oh sorry Jamie, mommy can't come to the phone right now, she's a little...tied up."
"Who is this! What did you do with her! Just let her go!"
"Oh Jamie, how quickly you forgot your dear old dad! Now why would I let her go? That would ruin the game! And games are just oh so much fun."
My blood ran ice cold in my veins. My father was a twisted individual. My father was abusive to both me and my mother. One day we were at the park and I was playing on the swings. He came over and threw me off the swing. I landed funny and broke my arm and had a mild concussion. My mom decided that was the final straw. She filed for divorce. My dad wasn't happy about this. He was put into an insane asylum but my mom had gotten a restraining order anyways. I realized that it expired this month. I had told her over and over again to renew it but she thought it was silly since she hadn't heard from my father is 8 years, until now.
'What game? Why now? What do you want from us?"
"Why I just want a little redemption Jamie. I don't think the restraining order was very fair. Do you know how hard it is to get a job with a restraining order on your record? Granted when your in an insane asylum there aren't a whole lot of jobs anyways."
"What do you mean redemption? What do you want with me?"
"I already told you Jamie. Play a game with me. You win you get your mom back, you lose..."
He trailed off and I heard the sounds of flesh against flesh and a small gasp from my mother.
"Alright! I'll do it. What's the game?"
"First the rules-no going to the police, no telling your bonehead little band, basically no telling anyone. If you do tell anyone your mother will be punished. The first objective of the game is to find me. Look around, you'll find clues. Lucky you, you made the news!"
"What the heck does that mean!"
"It's a riddle silly! Good luck Jamie boy."